Lena’s POV

I spent the entire next day in a strange haze of nervous energy and lingering arousal.

Every time Mr. Kane walked past my desk, my nipples tightened under my blouse as if remembering his mouth from the night before.

I had chosen a slightly longer skirt today, hoping it might offer some illusion of control, but the lack of panties underneath reminded me constantly of my new reality.

By five thirty, the office was thinning out again. My pulse quickened when his message popped up on my screen: Conference room. Ten minutes. Do not make me wait.

This felt different from the privacy of his office. The main...